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"I think its perfect, what else are we supposed to do about it anyways~?" She shrugged sluggishly, and licked her grinned lips. "Besides I always wondered what witch's soul tasted like...sounds like gourmet, so I can't wait.."

Razeluxe raised his eyebrow to that statement, though he was still smiling because she agreed. "I still don't see how eating a soul can taste good, but I'm not the one doing it so.... " he trailed off, unsure where he was even going with the statement.

"We can also show those three what we got anyways."

Razeluxe placed his hand on her shoulder; he never made physical contact with any other girl besides her. She was his only girl-friend and he trusted her just as she had he. "Yes, we shall. They'll take my joke a bit more seriously when we come back with a witch's soul." he chuckled lightly. "After all, you're going to be a Death-Scythe then, aren't you?... Well, sword, but still." he then remembered a warning that Death himself had given them when dealing with a witch, beyond just the normal 'be careful because they aren't weak' talk. His smile stopped.

"Remember though... messing this up means that all of our work will have been for naught, and they'll confiscate our obtained souls." he let that reminder sink in before starting off. "But for now.... I could eat." he explained as he headed off.